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8 HOVERJETS—FROM the aircraft carrier that had come into the harbour last night. I could hear Amarru’s voice by all available means . . . A military blockade. I breathed in and out deeply, trying not to think of Nicha and all those others, trapped down there. And yet I didn’t understand. Yesterday, Danziger had wished me luck, reluctantly, but he had done it. A few hours later, he had authorised nothing less than war. Based on what? I took my reader on my lap, but besides what I already knew, none of the news services offered answers. All had large headlines on Sirkonen’s death, with pictures and obituaries. Few elaborated on the police investigation. Danziger couldn’t gag the media unless Nations of Earth declared a true state of emergency. Had they done that? A cold feeling crept ov